To:HIS BROTHER

Published:First published in 1929 in the journalProletarskaya RevolyutsiyaNo. 11.

      Sent from Paris to Mikhnevo, Serpukhov Uyezd, Moscow Gubernia.

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      Progress Publishers,1977,

      Moscow,Volume 37,

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February 13, 1910

Itis quite a while since I received your letter (and laterNivawith the
problem[1]) and, I am ashamed to say, I
have kept putting off answering. How goes the
convalescence? I hope that doctors are cautious and do not allow
themselves to start work until they have fully recovered. I
have often thought of the danger of accidents when I have
been riding my bicycle through the centre of Paris, where
the traffic is simply hellish. But to fall out like you did,
in the country and in the middle of winter! It must have
been a pretty wild horse and you were probably driving
hell for leather, eh?

Dropme a line to let me know whether you have
recovered. Anyuta wrote that there is a hope of the leg mending
(completely or not? Will you be able to ride a bicycle?)
but not the shoulder. Is that true? I cannot quite believe
that it is absolutely impossible to mend a broken
shoulderblade. You must start a proper course of treatment and
keep it up until you are completely cured.

Withregard to Manyasha—I think it would be good for
her to have a longer rest in summer. Mother says the same,
but is afraid she will not be able to drag her out.... She
should, however.

Lifehere goes on as usual. We live a quiet life. The
weather is fine and I intend to start cycling again since I havewon the case and should soon get my money from the owner
of the car.

Allthe best. Get better soon and properly. We all send
regards.

Yours,V. U.

[1]Thechessmen mentioned here were turned on a lathe by Lenin’s
father, Ilya Ulyanov. Lenin’s mother sent him the chessmen in
memory of his father. When Lenin moved from Galicia to
Switzerland at the beginning of the First World War the set was lost.